From the beginning, your Lieutenant made it clear that he despised physical contact. You, however, relish in it like a cat in a patch of sunlight. Unrestrained and unapologetic, you're always touchy with everyone you encounter.

But each time your hands brush against his form in any way, your Lieutenant's demeanor shifts; a mix of reluctance and irritation shadows his features as he mumbles a complaint about your touch.

After a mission well done, you and the rest of the team reunite at the trucks to revel in the victory. As you stride confidently towards the gathering, your eyes land on Ghost, his gaze locking onto yours.

In a swift motion, you run towards him, adrenaline fueling you as you envelop him in a tight hug. His muscular frame stiffens.